Chapter 286: The Beginning Of Controlling The Ghost Painting
Dajing City, which was originally a bright daytime city, now resembled the end of the world, with an atmosphere of despair and weirdness making everyone in Dajing City feel an inexplicable chill.
The worst situation had still occurred.
Under human influence, the Ghost Painting had completely lost control. At this moment, not only was grayish paper ash rain falling from the sky over Dajing City, but nearby towns were experiencing the same.
Even some cities where the Ghost Painting had once wandered showed signs of Ghost Painting invasion.
Although Dajing City and those cities were separated by a very long distance, some cities were even far abroad.
However, the Ghost Painting’s invasion could ignore the influence of distance. Even if separated by tens of thousands of kilometers, as long as someone had seen the real Ghost Painting and triggered the Ghost Painting’s Killing Pattern, it wouldn’t be long before that city would also be enveloped by the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain.
Until finally,
All places invaded by the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain connected into one piece, ultimately forming an unimaginable yet real massive Ghost Painting World.
Precisely because of this, the Ghost Painting became the key to saving the world in Zhang Xiangguang’s plan.
At the same time,
Dahan City Ghost Post Office,
In the world of Oil Painting.
The real Zhang Xiangguang was still in the world of Oil Painting at this moment. He remained silent, sitting quietly alone in a corner, watching the hourglass in front of him continuously draining away, recording the time.
Because there was no concept of time in the Oil Painting, if not for Chen Qiaoyang coming to him half a year ago to discuss changes in the plan, he wouldn’t have obtained this supernatural hourglass made by the Wang Family Kid.
Now,
Zhang Xiangguang, who had advanced the plan, needed to wait for the optimal time.
This time could not be too early or too late.
All preparations had to be ensured to be ready.
Exposing too early would add unnecessary risks, but appearing too late would affect the smooth execution of the plan, so he had to pinpoint a very critical time.
“Old Qin. What a risky move, but this risk had to be taken. The puzzle piece Ghost Wedding Dress seems to have been controlled by someone. If we don’t take this opportunity to use the ghosts left by those old guys to suppress the Ghost Painting, the Peach Blossom Spring Plan is very likely to fail.”
Thinking of the disappearance of the Ghost Wedding Dress, a trace of concern surged in Zhang Xiangguang’s heart.
After all, the most critical point in balancing the Ghost Painting lay in the supernatural power on the Ghost Bride.
“Where did you get this hourglass from? Why haven’t I seen you use it before?”
Among the idle crowd, someone still noticed Zhang Xiangguang in the corner.
“Someone sent it in to me. It’s about time.”
“What?”
Zhang Xiangguang in the Oil Painting looked at the person asking him, then smiled faintly:
“I said, this hourglass was given to me by someone else. Time’s about up. I’m leaving.”
“Leaving? Given to you by someone else? Zhang Xiangguang, have you lost your mind? How many years has it been since a newcomer arrived here? I think you’ve gone mad from being cooped up. Don’t talk about leaving—you can’t even kill yourself. We’re just a group of cursed resentful spirits.”
Someone stared at him strangely, sizing him up, as if the Zhang Xiangguang in front of them suddenly seemed unfamiliar.
Not like the person they usually knew.
Zhang Xiangguang didn’t answer him and just walked out on his own.
The others looked at him doubtfully, all baffled.
“Zhang Xiangguang, it seems you have many secrets. Explain yourself.”
At this moment,
Yang Xiao walked out from the crowd. He stood at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office, blocking Zhang Xiangguang.
“He’s right! If you have a way to leave here, you at least have to tell us the method.”
The others, who had originally been ready to watch the show, also noticed Zhang Xiangguang’s oddity.
Reminded by Yang Xiao, they immediately stepped forward.
A group of at least a dozen people, all former couriers of the Ghost Post Office. Though not top-tier Ghost Wielders outside,
Together, they formed a formidable supernatural power not to be underestimated.
Seeing the crowd in front of him on the road, Zhang Xiangguang sneered disdainfully:
“Explain? Sure. After all, we’ve spent so many years together. I should indeed give you an explanation to prevent you from causing trouble later.”
“I’ll keep it short, since I have other things to attend to.”
“The way to leave is simple. You’re supernatural beings painted in the Oil Painting, but I’m not. I’m a normal living person.”
“?”
“You’re a normal living person? What a joke! If you’re a living person, why choose to live in the Oil Painting for over a decade? And do you think I’m an idiot? Can’t I tell if you’re a living person or not?”
Someone immediately retorted.
Yang Xiao also frowned:
“You were already here after I delivered my last letter. A Ghost Wielder can’t go this long without being affected by supernatural power.”
“And you’re not that kind of anomaly, so it’s impossible for you to maintain normal bodily functions for over a decade without eating or drinking.”
“You’re right, so I have another identity: the Administrator of the Post Office.”
Looking at Yang Xiao frowning tightly in front of him, Zhang Xiangguang’s eyes flickered:
“I don’t need to explain what an Administrator is. It’s because of this identity that I’ve been able to maintain the same appearance unchanging for over a decade, perfectly blending in with you all.”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s expressions changed abruptly.
This revelation from Zhang Xiangguang was no less than a bolt from the blue for them.
“You’re actually the Post Office Administrator?” Yang Xiao pressed.
Zhang Xiangguang nodded: “Yes, I’m the third Administrator of the Ghost Post Office. I killed the previous Administrator, and the current state of the Ghost Post Office is something I’ve deliberately maintained.”
“Alright, stop wasting my time. You should thank me, because I’ve already let the Ghost Painting envelop the entire Dajing City. Success is imminent.”
“Once successful, you all in the Oil Painting will be able to enter the Ghost Painting World, leave this prison-like place, and perhaps even see your former relatives and friends. But I believe your future days won’t be boring.”
“What did you say?”
The crowd was stunned upon hearing this, then quickly understood, their pupils suddenly contracting.
“Dajing City? That’s the country’s vital artery! What exactly are you trying to do? Do you want to destabilize the country?”
“Wrong. I don’t want to destabilize the country; I want to protect the entire nation. Only by staying in the Ghost Painting World can we isolate the harms brought by the Supernatural Revival, allowing everyone to live without constant fear.”
Zhang Xiangguang said with a serious face and cold tone.
“I’m explaining this to you not to satisfy myself, but hoping you’ll assist me in managing the Ghost Painting later, because like me, you’re immortal.”
“This idea of yours is very bad. I should kill you right now.” Yang Xiao narrowed his eyes, threatening.
Glancing at the crowd, Zhang Xiangguang said calmly: “I’m the Post Office Administrator. Inside the Post Office, I can’t be killed—neither by you nor by ghosts.”
“Then I’ll make you lost in dreams forever.”
Without hesitation, Yang Xiao quickly approached Zhang Xiangguang.
Then his figure gradually blurred, as if about to disappear, while a strong drowsiness surged into Zhang Xiangguang’s brain.
“Yang Xiao, you’re the Ghost Wielder I’m most optimistic about. It’s just a pity… Never mind. Our paths differ, so no need for alliance. I’ll give you another chance later.”
Knowing the terror of the Ghost Dream, Zhang Xiangguang stepped forward without another word.
Immediately after,
An exit appeared in front of Zhang Xiangguang. He walked out of the world of Oil Painting through this suddenly appearing gap.
As Zhang Xiangguang’s figure gradually disappeared, a voice reached the crowd’s ears:
“Humans can never solve the supernatural. Only ghosts can”
